He shoved to his feet and cradled my face, his dark eyes full of need. "Kiska."
It was all he said, but even that one word carried his desire. I met his lips, letting my own need take over.
He lifted me off the ground, and my legs came around his waist. He walked backward, then lowered himself to the ground with his back against the bathtub and me straddling his belly.
With his eyes locked on mine, he gripped my hips and guided me so his tip pressed against my opening. "Take all of me, Kiska. I want to watch your face. Want to see the lust, the pleasure, the pain as my cock takes whatever innocence is left."
I began to lower myself, Aiden cupped my neck, his thumb on my throat as his other hand pressed down on my hip. I sank down despite the intense stretching sensation, my lips falling open as the air left my lungs.
